Okay, so I decided to write this randomly, because I really wanted and Oliver Wood/OC story... but it kind of developed. The POV may possibly change from time to time, just o give different perspectives, but mostly, it'll be Helena's POV.

Note this, I have made it so that Harry Potter and co. are only three years younger (they're in 4th year) and also that the threat of Voldemort isn't real, as he was defeated by Lily's love when Harry was one. No Voldemort. But the pureblood prejudice still remains. Very muchly so. ENJOY!

Chapter One

"Hey, wait, just a second." His hand stops me from leaving and I turn to face him with a curious expression on my face. "Thanks for the help with Charms. I was never any good at them." He says sincerely. "But I need one more favour."

I blink at him owlishly. "Fire away." His blue eyes study mine and he runs a hand through his dark hair. I could stare at him for years and not run out of things to marvel at.

"Can you get Hostin down here? Marcus and I – we've got some business to sort with her." I frown, but nod. "See you later?" He asks almost shyly.

"Yeah." I say quietly. I turn to leave, only his hand is still on my arm. "Adrian..." I say tiredly. "You've got to let me go now." There's a double meaning behind it, and I'm not entirely sure he didn't catch it. "Alice'll be down soon."

He swoops in for a kiss and I turn my head to the side, his lips meeting my cheek. I can tell he's slightly confused at this. He'd asked about my unusually quiet behaviour earlier, and only received some rubbish excuse. "Right, bye Helena." He says, letting my arm go. I cast him one more glance before I head up the stairs and into our room, giving him a weak smile.

I stand beside Alice's bed, watching as she slept soundly. That needed to be changed. "Alice." I say sharply, looking around and making sure not to wake our other roommate – Emily Julius. Alice continues to sleep and I roll my eyes. "HOSTIN! Get your arse up, right NOW!" I bark. This gets me two groans.

"Hell, shut UP!" Emily says from her bed across the room. I scowl at her use of my nickname and stick up my middle finger. I hate my nickname, Hell. But according to everyone else, it suits me very well.

"Alice..." I say quietly, nudging her. "Get up, Flint and Pucey want to see you – now." Her head of blonde hair pops up from underneath her pillow and she peeks at the clock, groaning at the floating numbers and flopping back down on her pillow. "Yes, I know, two o'clock in the morning isn't exactly suitable, but you can sleep in." I say as hauls herself out of bed.

"What do they want?" She scowls at me and I shrug. "At two o'clock in the morning?"She grumbles and rolls her eyes, pulling on her purple bath robe. "Don't wait up." She says sarcastically, with a slight smile, leaving with the quiet sound of a closing door behind her.

I sigh and find myself far too awake to go get any sleep. I walk over to the small desk and light up a candle, waving my wand at Emily's bed, closing her curtains close and placing a silencing spell around the bed so she can get some sleep.

Taking out a piece of parchment and a quill, I sit myself down and start writing. This is it. The letter telling Adrian that I can't. That things have to change. I had been planning to write this letter for weeks now, as our relationship would have to end. Better off sooner, rather than later, as the saying goes.

Dear Adrian,

I begin to hate myself with every word, and push my deep mahogany hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. I need to be able to concentrate.

I guess this is it. You've known it to be coming for a while now. But I just can't continue on with you anymore. Our end will meet us eventually and I think that to save some of the heartbreak I know is coming, it would be better to end it now. We need to sever the attachment before it's too late.

I'm sorry it has to be this way, but trust me when I say it's easier for the both of us. You should just hate me. Stop loving me, and I should do the same for you. Please, for the sake of our lives, just let me pass you in the hall. No more closets. No more midnight rendezvous. No more soft kisses or passionate embraces. I promise that one day, the pain will cease, as will we. Don't dwell on what was and can never be, Adrian.

But there is one thing I ask of you. If you ever get a choice – for I know I will not – choose the right path for yourself and fight with the light. Forget the prejudices, the Dark Lord. Forget what he believes and make your own decisions. Please, for me, Adrian, save your soul and fight with the winning side. You are a good man, I know it.

Sincerely,

I can't bring myself to sign it. My poetic piece of absolute bullshit. It's all a lie. I would never forget Adrian. I would never, ever, stop loving him. But it's for the best. There's no way we can win this fight. Everything's against us on this.

I look toward the floating numbers and notice it's been two hours since Alice left. Four o'clock in the morning. I wipe the tears away and wonder what has taken Alice this long. But speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, apparently.

"About time." I say airily, hoping I sound happy and not the way I'm really feeling; dead. "What did you three get up to?" I ask suggestively.

She lets out a small chuckle. It sounds kind of evil. "Let's just say that Oliver Wood will not be a fan of me." She has an air of satisfaction about her as she says this. I look at her suspiciously. "You'll find out tomorrow at the quidditch game." She smirks. Oliver Wood. Her long time 'enemy'. Personally, I've always thought it was just sexual tension between them. Not real hatred.

I roll my eyes and my lips twitch up in a smile. "So, uh, how was Adri- I mean, Pucey? And Flint?" I ask casually, though my cheeks flush as she gives me a hard look. I glance down at my letter with hatred, it is now the bane of my existence. "You didn't notice anything wrong with him tonight, did you?"

"No, he seemed okay to me. Marcus was... excited." She says fondly, falling back on her bed and staring at me. She waltzes over to the desk, picking up the letter and settling back onto my bed. She gives it a skim and frowns at me. "Hell," She sighs. "When are you going to accept that there's no bloody way that you'll marry Montague? I won't let you, and I'm sure Adrian won't let you, either. You and Adrian were made for each other." Ah, my betrothed. Montague.

He's a beastly thing. All muscle and no brain. I'd always hated him and when I was thirteen, I'd found out we were to be married. Of course, him being a year older than me, he's already tried to screw me. I was fifteen and I'd ended up with a broken arm when I refused. "No, I can't do that." I say quickly. She knows I'm scared. Our eyes meet; her green ones against my brown eyes.

"I never said you had to tell the oaf. Only that you and Adrian should be together." She replies coolly, yawning.

I sigh and she looks up at me, sitting up and crossing her legs. "I always thought that my parents knew what was best. The plan has always been to go through with the marriage." I take a deep breath, not entirely sure I'm ready to admit this to her, let alone myself. "But now, I don't know if I can. Not now that I've fallen in love." Her eyes widen. I'm guessing she wasn't expecting that. "But," I continue. "I can't not go through with it. My father –" I falter. She doesn't need me to explain. We both know what would happen.

Alice gets up from her bed and wraps her arms around me as hot tears sting at my eyes. She gives off a sigh, not really knowing what to say. "Well, at least Nott and Montague are good friends. We'll still see each other. I'll be there for you, no matter what, Hell." She sooths. Alice is due to become Mrs. Theodore Nott. When he graduates the year after us. For some reason, I'd trade Montague for Nott any day.

"At least Nott isn't a brainless idiot." I sniff. She laughs.

"At least Montague is older than you. I have to marry a snivelling little brat." I laugh and she gives me another squeeze. We sit like this for a good ten minutes, deep in thought. Merlin only knows what she's thinking about. But my mind just can't seem to stop bringing up Adrian's face – slightly hurt from the rejection.

"You know, Helena, we don't have to go through with it." Alice tells me airily. Her eyes are just screaming conspiracy.

I shake my head sadly. "It's in our best interest, though, isn't it?" She makes a face. "It would be counted as a betrayal against all purebloods. We'd be hunted down and punished severely." I always seem to be the voice of reason with her around. "Sorry, Alice, but there's no way we can avoid it."

Alice looks at me sadly, her brows furrowing as she thinks, perching herself back on her bed. Suddenly, her eyes light up and I know she's got another hair brained plot to get us out of it. Another plot I'm going to have to ruin. "What about Dumbledore?" She asks excitedly. I raise an eyebrow. "We could explain the situation to him. He could help us, Helena. Don't you see the brilliance of it? He'd get us out of here... maybe into the Muggle world, and he'd find us a willing person to help us out, no doubt. It's brilliant."

I hate being the one to stamp on her parade. "What about school? How are we meant to finish school? We'd be under age in the muggle world." I state. "Not to mention getting a job. We'd be useless."

She frowns, but her eyes light up again. "Look, I've heard about home schooling. Maybe, just maybe we could go somewhere out of the country and Adrian could come and you two could elope, and we could have a tutor from the magical world visit us once a week and teach us, while we're enrolled at a muggle school. We'd need a guardian, of course." She's pacing now. "Maybe one of the teachers or something. Dumbledore would know. We'd go to muggle school during the day, and do an hour of magic each night. Besides, we've learnt most of what we need, anyway."

"But," I begin. "We don't know anything what so ever about being a muggle." I dampen her parade again. "Even with a muggleborn student or someone, they've probably spent most of their adult lives being magic." I reason. Her shoulders slump and I find myself wanting to comfort her. "Suppose we put it to Dumbledore tomorrow. He might be able to organise it. But we can't get our hopes up too high." I muse quietly.

Alice looks up, grinning. "I knew you'd want to give it a shot." She hugs me. I smile and she releases me, throwing off her dressing gown with a yawn. "I think I'm going to need sleep if I want to speak to Dumbledore tomorrow, though. In to be with you, too, Hell." She says, slipping under the blanket.

I do the same, after folding the letter and hiding it in my desk drawer, unsigned.